Chapter 7 . just when you thought it would end soon. no, the below is not proper Japanese. I know Japanese, but I'm not good on it plus I don't even know if that is how they will appear. Thank you. ????????????????????????????????????????????????? asked the chef at the sushi bar. " No, this will due." Jet was wearing a suit with his usual hat. Faye was wearing that black dress.you know.that one ...Ed was wearing the usual, she managed to find another tank top but still wore that bra she got from Shane. Ed, you know her, was using the chopsticks as daggers. " Quit that shit, Ed." " Yea, it is embarrassing. But, you know, I can just picture Spike doing that." Jet shot her a glance. " How do you figure?" " I 'dunno, whatever." They all walked out of the sushi bar, rubbing their stomachs. " That really hit the spot!" " Really, Faye, be more considerate. Just burping out loud might hurt your reputation." They stood in the parking lot next to a bench, feeling the cool crisp air. They all tried to find a star in the night sky but nobody did. Faye arose. She walked away imagining she was walking with Spike, holding hands with him. But no, he is dead, gone. Faye was overwhelmed with the thought. How could Spike be dead, I mean, really - Spike? No way. Yet, he was and she knew it. A car pulled up. The windows went down. Hey hottie, got some money, or maybe love for me? No, go away bastard. Feisty. The man drove up to the sushi bar. He got out of his black jacket he pulled a Pt89. He shattered the front window with it. He then changed his mind and walked in through the door. All that could be herd was the firings of his gun. the, the sound of a sword was herd. " My great-great- great-grandfather's sword. It is the one that will kill you." " Sorry, not today. Ting tang ping slice pop. Then it stopped. " Stupid old man. How- cough cough - dare you?" " Ahh.Finally, lady death, we meat. I knew it would come but I did not know when. Thank you." The man in black stumbled over. He was bleeding from his shoulder, where a deep gash was. " Go look in the bar. Ill take on this guy. guess he might have a bounty. Ed, run over there." The man in black pulled out his gun as fast as lightening. He fired at Jet, hitting him. Jet fell on the ground gasping. He was the only one who carried a gun. Faye came running out. Honey, guess you are all mine. He grabbed her wrist, then shot in the air. Faye thought she had just been shot and killed, so, she fainted. She awoke in shock. The man was licking he vagina. As much as she hated him, she could not make him stop. It tickled, yet was sensational. It was almost like someone was scratching an itch, and it burned. She looked down through her naked body, in between her breasts and straight down through her pubic hair to see the man expression. He began to pull on her nipple. She could not hold it in any longer she was moaning, pushing herself into the man's face. He unzipped he pants and stuck his manhood in. Faye moaned and kept pushing. Where the hell is Faye? Jet sat back in the pilot seat of the Bebop. Damn. He was wrapped in bandages around his abdomen. He looked out at space and took a puff of his plum flavored pipe. Ah, he smelled the smoke around and thought back to old memories. Tip tap. Jet stood still, he outside face turning cold and the inside hot. He thought his head might explode. It did not sound like Ed, or Ein. He slipped his gun out slowly, causing no noise. Stop, right there, sucker. Jet did not drop his gun. He would be like Spike Spiegel. He swung his chair around fast, emptying out his gun. The bullets erupted everywhere. It was the man who dressed in black, the one who shot Jet. Jet then opened his eyes. He man lay bleeding on the ground, grasping his wound. Blood trickled down his fingers. His teeth were clenched tightly. Blood trickled there, too. " Got me. He, you are the best - the best I have seen in a while, but that Spike- he - he was invincible. The man fainted, although his was hard do decipher if her was dead. Jet followed down his arm. He was clenched to Faye. She had not been hit, yet she was lying on the floor. The man pulled out his gun, shooting, sparks flew. Jet jumped up, sideways, hurling to the ground.but in midair he shot, shot many times, that familiar tune playing in his head, the Cowboy Bebop music that comes on just before the show starts. As he fires, the pattern in witch sounded the same. The man was shot in the hand, preventing him from shooting. He had shock written all over his face. Jet arose, with lightening speed, punching, he then slugged the man, a mixture of blood and saliva spewed from his mouth. He fell on the ground breathing heavily. He bled from several parts of the body. " Eh he. Spike, will always be your better, always. No, maybe not. Perhaps, you have already surpassed him. You must decide." The man wiped back his blonde hair. Sweat, blood and tears he also wiped back. Jet stood, watching. The man then pulled out his gun and shot. He did not shoot Jet, Ein or Ed. No, thank the heavens it was not Faye. He shot himself. He knelt, smiling, smiling at his own demise, looking into death. Streams of blood could be seen trickling down his wrist, from under his wrist. " Heh, I'm impressed. But you will never kill me. I have died before, but never again. He fell to the ground, eyes open. A tear hit the ground. It was Jet's. The man dresses in black looked exactly like Spike Spiegel, only with blonde hair. And, in his hand was Spike's old gun. Why could this not have been seen until the end?

The End--- See you space cowboy.